Ghosts For Centuries

[Verse 1]
You carved your name
In the desk I’m using now
Passed notes in ink
That the air still reads somehow
Your perfume
In the pages that I burn
Every lesson
Is a scar that never learned
[Chorus]
We’ll be ghosts for centuries
Scratched in the margins of these memories
You tempt my heart like a dare I can’t refuse
Every bad idea in your Sunday shoes
We’ll haunt this town like a rumor that won’t leave
We’ll be ghosts
We’ll be ghosts for centuries
[Verse 2]
You said “grow up”
Then dared me to jump the fence
Holy water
In a bottle marked “common sense”
You twist the knife
Like you’re signing your autograph
You break my faith
Then you tell me not to laugh (too loud)
[Chorus]
We’ll be ghosts for centuries
Scratched in the margins of these memories
You tempt my heart like a dare I can’t refuse
Every bad idea in your Sunday shoes
We’ll haunt this town like a rumor that won’t leave
We’ll be ghosts
We’ll be ghosts for centuries
[Bridge]
Tempt me once
Call it fate
Call it habit (hey!)
Tempt me twice
And I swear that I had it coming
Write our vows
On a matchbook
Light it
See
How the ash spells
“Don’t you ever get over me”
[Chorus]
We’ll be ghosts for centuries
Scratched in the margins of these memories
You tempt my heart like a dare I can’t refuse
Every bad idea in your Sunday shoes
We’ll haunt this town like a rumor that won’t leave
We’ll be ghosts
We’ll be ghosts for centuries

High-drama pop-punk with male vocals; palm-muted guitars in the verses, halftime, stomping toms and gang shouts in the chorus. Sharp, syncopated vocal phrasing with sarcastic asides, then huge, octave-leaping hooks. Layer tightly stacked harmonies on the title line and a brief, choked-breakdown bridge before the final, shout-along refrain.